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Hi! I'm Natalie. I'm trans of gender and ace of sexual and I write dark fantasy and dark sci-fi adventure stories full of boners and thud-and-blunder action violence wherein no swash remains unbuckled, nor pot unboiled. I also blog about books and history and languages and I write essays and poetry sometimes, and don't forget about the many exciting Age of Empires 2 scenarios available at Natalie's Cool Website.

You might have heard my short story The Wishing Tree on the Tales to Terrify podcast! (now available as a zine from Grinning Kitten Press). Other stuff I’ve published to date includes:

THE LAST GIRL SCOUT: A post-apocalyptic wasteland adventure story and transbian romance about two women who fall in lesbians together and fight Nazis and draculas in the bombed-out ruins of Old America

LEAD AND ROSES: LOVE SONGS AT THE END OF THE WORLD: A collection of short fiction set within 23rd-century post-nuclear wasteland we’ve all come to know and love

IN THE COURT OF THE NAMELESS QUEEN: A collection of dark fantasy f/f erotica about sexy swashbuckling swordswomen (both cis and normal) and a giant scary monster lady in a far-off realm of adventure and dark magic.

If you're curious I'd really like it if you'd check out my Patreon because there's even more fantabulous treasures on there and you can subscribe for the low, low price of just one American dollar. Your one American dollar will go toward the ever topical "Natalie can make rent and doesn't starve" philanthropy fund.

I'm gonna stay here on Tumblr until they forcibly remove me from the premises, but I'm also on Pillowfort, Bluesky, and Cohost

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If you reblog my pinned post you'll receive a random shrine blessing

Hey, you remember this thing from a while back? Well, it's a 5-part campaign now. Season's greason's, everypony.

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The Outlaw’s Road is a 5-part singleplayer campaign for Age of Empires 2: HD Edition following the adventures of Sir Llewellyn Thornby, a knight of Rutherford who picks the wrong side in a civil war and finds himself outlawed and transported halfway across the world, unknowingly wrapped up in another scheme of Terraco and the Affiliation. You’ll have to band together with others like you and fight to survive in a world where everybody wants you dead if you want to make it through this . . . and live long enough to get revenge.

Come see a desperate fight for survival, a nation taking its first breath, conflicts of money and faith, and elephants. Just so many elephants.

If you go to the park at 3 in the morning the cops make a whole production out of it but what the fuck else am I supposed to do at 3 in the morning?

no one draws Gengar and Sableye together often enough for me

How and Why are there still harry potter fan blogs following me in the foul and benighted year of our Lord 2024? I figured y'all woulda seen yourselves out by now

I really like learning about different aquatic environments, so I made myself a MerMay prompt list themed around drawing as many different kinds of habitats as possible.

I'm alive! I built more little guys!

I watched a show, which means we have now watched a show bc I'm not gonna be able to stop posting about it for at least a week I am so sorry

Not to get emotional on main but I’ve been looking in second hand stores for sewing patterns, and I always find lying next to it a basket of handmade doilies, jumpers, quilts, and it’s almost more than I can bear. I knit, I crochet, I’ve given most lace types a go so I know the painstaking time that goes into each piece, and it feels so cruel to see them and to be offered them for two dollars fifty, two dollars fifty for a year of a woman’s life devoted to what she loved. I’ve been recreating my grandmother’s lace, hoping I can find in a missed stitch the connection I missed before her memories failed. But among her projects is a yellow tablecloth, 6 segments of crocheted lace, the 6th unfinished. I don’t even know if there was meant to be a 7th. You find the same in op shops, crocheted granny squares and sets of just 7, rewound wool still holding the shape of a ghost of a project. I like to imagine it holds something within it, something I could reach if only I picked it up and finished it. I wish I had time, to repair a thousand womens crafts, but I’m so short on time, so busy with projects I only hope will sit next to the work of these artists when I pass.

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NEVER ever forget to plan for the Minotaur. ALWAYS factor the Minotaur into your plans DO NOT FORGET THIS